#cut to eddie with them on either side. very confused

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hi!! Same anon from the comfort question! That's so sweet and cute thank for that!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

now Im imagining Eddie "the southern gentleman" Dear having a mini telenovela moment while the horrors happened, he's all like "oh, I am too late, I slept too long; he is with another and have too let him go" even sad music in the background

Meanwhile Frank is cuddling Wally AND Eddie after beating the shit out o f the horror, the man need a break and also be like "this is the 3 one this week I miss my garden"

I holding onto 'frank would hold on to you like a barnacle' to Eddie after so long talking to a fake one

that is pretty much Exactly how it goes in my head lmfao - and like, the thing is that Frank & Eddie weren't really together when Shit Went Down? they were in that "we're mutually courting & neither of us has said anything outright yet but we both Know and are waiting for the right moment" stage yk yk?

so when he wakes up Frank isn't immediately all over him, cause he's kinda like "oh shit where do we stand? im not used to this, i haven't talked to Eddie in so so long! how do relationships work?!" so that + his easy & affectionate behavior with Wally creates a Perceived Emotional Distance & Romantic Disinterest from Eddie's pov. like no, hon, Frank's just rusty <3 and also unsure if he Should pursue their relationship because he's slowly fucking dying & does he want to hurt Eddie like that???

[missberrycake]

Absolutely outraged to learn that the little headcanon I dreamt up in bed this morning doesn’t work timeline-wise but screw it, I’m doing it anyway.

When Eddie was small, his mom always used to sing him Rainbow Connection from The Muppet Movie. They’d watched it together over at Uncle Wayne’s trailer when it first came out on VHS and Eddie had been entranced. He’d parked himself right up in front of the small TV, his eyes glued to this little frog playing the banjo.

His mom noticed, of course, and made it theirs. Their song for when his dad was away and they could dance in the kitchen without being yelled at. For when Eddie was sick in bed, or couldn’t sleep, or had woken up with a nightmare. For when he came home from school with grazed palms and tears in his eyes.

“Who said that every wish, would be heard and answered?” his mom sang to him, brushing away Eddie’s tears the day she told him that she was very poorly. That she had to go into hospital, just for a little while, for the doctors to fix her up.

Eddie had asked for the song to be played at her funeral, in his small voice, tugging at his dad’s shirt sleeve. He’d said no, of course. He’d never understood either of them.

But later that night, when everyone had left and his dad was asleep, Uncle Wayne led Eddie out into the backyard and picked up his old guitar. He’d smiled at Eddie as the familiar chords rang out in the night sky and Eddie’s voice trembled when he started to sing, “Why are there so many, songs about rainbows?”

Uncle Wayne’s voice soon joined his, strong and sure. “And what’s on the other side?”

Eddie smiled. Maybe it could be their song, too.

So, years later, when Eddie was shuffling around Steve’s vast kitchen, trying to find where the hell the Harringtons kept their mugs, he found himself humming along to the familiar tune with a happy heart.

“Oho, I see we’ve got another Tammy Thompson fan on our hands here,” came Steve’s voice as he and Robin sidled in and leant against the countertop.

Robin snorted. “Someday we’ll find it,” she sang, her words taking on a pitchy, mocking quality.

Steve joined in, squeaky and off-tune, “The rainbow connection.”

They were grinning at each other as they carried on. “The lovers, the dreamers -”

“Stop,” Eddie yelled, red-faced, his heart beating wildly as he clutched the empty mug in his hand. “Stop it.”

They did, with matching looks of confusion. Clearing spotting the way Eddie was breathing too hard, eyes too glassy, Steve shifted. “Shit, sorry Eddie. We didn’t mean anything.”

And it was bullshit because Eddie knew that. How could they know about that song, about his mom and Uncle Wayne and everything it meant? They couldn’t, but now Eddie had made it weird. Made it awkward. But he was still too worked up, he couldn’t explain.

“S'okay,” he said. “I guess I just don’t feel well. Might go home.”

He didn’t let either of them get another word in before he fled the house.

The next day, Eddie was disturbed from his still-embarrased wallowing by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It was Uncle Wayne, with a soft look on his face.

“The Harrington boy’s here,” he said. “Came to apologise. Called last night, you know. We talked for a bit.”

He disappeared and moments later a contrite-looking Steve shuffled in.

Eddie pushed himself up against his headboard.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was just a joke Robin and I have. I would never -” He cut himself off and sat down on the end of the bed, a little sheepishly. “I got you this.”

Steve pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a tiny Kermit the Frog toy, complete with a small, squishy banjo.

Eddie’s chest clenched. He reached out for the toy and smiled wide at Steve.

When the other man dragged him into a hug, Eddie let himself fall into it.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be a song for him and Steve, but it could definitely be the start of something sweet.

[Yeah, I'm scouring the archives and trying to salvage as many headcanons as I can from my old deleted account, but let's just pretend this is brand new content.]

[lexirosewrites]

It has taken me forever to write this so sorry if it’s still garbage lol. I absolutely love slick Sundays to hopefully you like this one. 💖

When it was all said and done, none of them had really predicted this outcome. Max and Eddie went in both with a thinly veiled death wish. Yet they had come out with little more than some cuts and bruises, Max’s one broken leg, and surprisingly happy to be alive. No it was the bigger shock that when radioing in to check on the others, group bait and distraction, were the only ones to reply. Eddie and Dustin were confused especially with Max confirming El had done it, that Vecna was gone for good now. So where were they?

Steve, Robin, and Nancy had all went into the creel house. But only Robin and Nancy had actually physically stepped out of it. And as they frantically looked on the ground, they saw the two lumps laying there from where they had both went through the window. Henry’s tentacle like vines latching onto Steve dragging him through as he went down.

Robin began frantically trying to find a pulse pulling him away from the creature he had fallen with. Nancy stood frozen unsure of what to do her shock saturating her brain; Robins screams for her to do something finally snapped her out of it. Getting Steve out was the main priority. Based on height they each took an end and hauled him up. There was some publication about not moving someone who could have a neck or back injury until authorities got there, but time was ticking and the rise and fall of Steve chest only seemed to be getting shallower. Both girls already weak had only made it about half way when Nancy’s leg gave out almost toppling them all over.

They had turned their walkie off to be as quiet as possible but now, now Nancy was rushing to find it in their pack and turn it on, to scream for help. The static exploded from it as soon as she got onto the right channel, frantic questions of what was happening, where were they and to please come in. Cutting to the chase Nancy’s voice bellowed over, “Eddie you need to make it a little past lovers lake, we need your help carrying Steve, please get here as fast as you can.” She told them. Her voice was wet and wobbly gleaming with desperation as she sat there in the leaves.

Eddie left a very pissed off Dustin, explaining that one of them needed to go help while the other needed to figure out a way to safely get Steve back over the other side. As soon as he saw them he knew it wasn’t good. Steve lay looking lifeless head cradled in Robins lap as she looked down at him. Quite frankly Eddie wasn’t so sure Steve would make it out of this one. It was in that second that Eddie got an idea that was either his most brilliant, or his most incredibly stupid one to date. Eddie was going to bite Steve.

A mating bite in life saving circumstances was reported to have a 50/50 chance of helping. And fuck it, it didn’t hurt so why not try. Moving closer and kneeling down he finally made eye contact with Robin. “I’m gonna do something and it might not work, but it also might. And I need you to just trust me.” Her face visibly shuttered, but all she could say was “Anything”, voice hollowed out from crying. Not willing to wait any longer he leaned in inhaling Steve’s beautiful scent, and bit down.

Things after that were a blur. All he vaguely remembers was Nancy angrily pulling him off, only for him to snarl at her, followed by grabbing Steve bridal style and running. Next time he comes back to himself he’s confronted with the bright lights and sterile scent of Hawkins Memorial. Looking over relief floods his body, Steve lays there in a bed adjacent to his, hooked up to an IV and oxygen, but a steady beat rings out on his heart monitor. It worked. Holy shit it actually worked. Eddie promptly passes out again.

The next time eddie wakes up Wayne is beside him reading one of his old westerns. Remembering Steve is to his left Eddie looks over once again and is greeted by Steve’s hazy eyes staring back at him. Steves face quickly morphs into a dopy smile, the oxygen mask now replaced with tubes better fitted onto his face. “Hey there big guy, how ya feeling?” Eddie asked. “I’m soo good, sooo great. I’m alive and I have an alpha now, and I like him so so much. I’m so excited to have his babies and get married and move in together and kiss.”, Steve slurred back smile never leaving his face. Eddie couldn’t help the shocked look on his face, which quickly turned to the most manic grin. “Oh you can guarantee that your alpha is gonna do all that for you and more baby cakes, just you wait till I can get out of this bed sweet thing, I’ll be waiting on you hand and foot.” Not being able to look away from his omega Eddie could hear Wayne choke on his laugh trying to prevent the cackle he usually let out when Eddie was this unfiltered.

And when both of them had recovered, Steve no longer drugged and still completely in love with being mated to Eddie, Eddie made sure that Steve’s list was fully completed. With the government payouts they got a beautiful 5 bedroom house on the out skirts of town. It had enough room to grow into and an amazing back yard that Steve had already started plans for a garden, and a list of what flowers he wanted to plant. After Eddie’s immediate proposal upon their discharge they had a date set for a lovely fall wedding. However the list couldn’t be completed without the pupping of Steve. And maybe they blew that one out of the park by getting twins on the first try, neither of them aware that they had any duplicates in their families. Steve would be around 7 months at his wedding but to him that only makes it more perfect. As for the kiss. Well let’s just say Eddie can barely go 5 minutes without giving Steve a smooch, either it be on the lips or just about anywhere he can get his mouth on and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

marriage (or mating) of convenience is such an underutilized trope and we need more of it!! especially combined with omegaverse where those bonds create further fondness and love between partners. Steve not only got saved, but he gets to be loved and cherished by his alpha now😭💕

[theemporium]

Can you write steddie/or just Eddie with a partner who is a tattoo artist? It can be either sfw or nsfw

i actually really liked this concept, it's so cute! thank you for requesting!🖤

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When you applied for the job at the tattoo parlour, your portfolio had been filled with tattoos you had done.

“They were mostly on my boyfriend,” you had told them with a sheepish smile as they flicked through your work. “He was eager to let me use him as a practice canvas and he loves them, even the shit ones.” 

Your co-workers had found it adorable enough, made a few remarks about how lucky your boyfriend was that you were very talented with a tattoo gun and quickly welcomed you to their team. 

You had spoken about your boyfriend briefly in between sessions and during lunch breaks. Not much, but they seemed to get the general vibe of what he was like. You were head over heels and by the sound of it, he was far more obsessed and in love than you were. It was wholesome. 

So, you could imagine your co-workers' surprise when a man walked in through the door, skin free of any tattoos, holding a brown paper bag with your lunch inside as he claimed to be your boyfriend. 

And the surprise when you greeted him like it was normal.

“Hey baby,” he grinned as he leaned down to peck your lips, his smile almost feeling infectious as he handed you the paper bag. “You forgot this on the counter.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, Stevie,” you groaned happily, placing another peck on your boyfriend’s cheek before you headed back to your room, calling out behind you that you should be done for work by six whilst he told you he would have dinner sorted by the time you arrived.

None of your co-workers had the guts to ask any questions, but they speculated amongst themselves. Maybe you had broken up with your last boyfriend and hadn’t told them about it (after all, they had no right to know). Or maybe his tattoos were hidden (though that was doubtful when many of the pieces you showed them were on his arms and torso). Maybe they misheard boyfriend in the context you gave it, maybe it just happened to be a friend who was a boy.

Until not even two weeks later, a curly-haired man in a leather jacket and black jeans sauntered through the door, the arms cut off to show the tattoos littering his pale skin and the slither of skin showing off his stomach telling them his torso probably matched. 

And he was asking for you.

It was nearing closing time when he walked in, waving them off when they told him they had no more appointments and they didn’t do walk-ins. 

“Nah, I’m just waiting for my girl,” he told them with a friendly smile. One that only widened when he saw you walk out the back, your bag thrown over your shoulder. “And there she is! Hey, pretty girl.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “Hey, Eddie.” 

Eddie was shameless in the way he cupped your face between his hands and pressed a loud, wet, somewhat sloppy kiss on your lips before he threw his arm around your shoulder. He waved your co-workers goodbye before heading out, rambling away about a new tape he wanted to play for you when you reached his van.

And with that, they were left with only one conclusion. 

“She’s having an affair!” One of them hissed, eyes wide as they looked at each other. “She is cheating on her boyfriend with the other guy, the prince charming one!” 

“Or maybe the tattoo rockstar is her side piece,” another co-worker put forward. 

“Or maybe she’s just—” 

However, they only quickly shut up when you walked in the room. 

“What’s up?” you asked as you took a seat, your eyes narrowing a little when you saw the way they all stared at each other, wary and cautious. “Why do I feel like I interrupted something?” 

“Which one is it?” one of them blurted out, ignoring the looks they were receiving. 

You frowned in confusion. “Which one is what?” 

“Which one is your boyfriend?” they asked you. “Which one are you stringing along?” 

You paused and they all waited with a bated breath before you burst out laughing, and this time it was their turn to be confused. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” you waved off, not bothering to fight back your grin. “Uh, they are both my boyfriends.” 

Their eyes widened. “Both?” 

“Both,” you confirmed with a nod. “And they are each other’s boyfriend.” 

“Each other’s?” 

“Mhm,” you hummed. 

“So…you’re all…like…” The words trailed off but you knew what they were asking.

“We are all together, yes,” you said with a grin. “I don’t have some scandalous affair going on, though I’m sure my boys will love to hear that.” 

“Right.” 

“Of course.” 

“Makes sense!” 

But you only grinned back at your co-workers, knowing well enough that your boys were going to have a blast with this story.

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[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Of all the things his partners could have chosen to fawn over, it had to be one of Billy’s biggest insecurities.

It had to be his stomach.

He’s learned to relax a little. To eat full meals and let himself have snacks without feeling guilty for consuming them. It’s still hard, but he’s trying to fight that little voice in the back of his head with common sense.

If he’s hungry, he should eat. A packet of crackers between meals isn’t going to kill him.

Steve said once that if he’s eating as much as he’s supposed to and he gains a little weight, that it was weight he was supposed to gain.

Now, he’s not chubby by any means, but he’s… getting there. The cut of his jawline isn’t as pronounced and his abs are gone. His ass has never looked better, he supposes, but that doesn’t seem to faze either of it partners.

Because they’re into weird shit, apparently.

That much could always be assumed of Eddie, but Steve? Steve was the surprise.

He’s the one who’s always checking to see whether or not Billy has eaten, always touching and kissing and never using the word stomach because apparently tummy sounds better to him.

It’s all very endearing. Makes Billy feel a little less shitty about himself.

Until Steve says some choice words during sex.

He has Billy pinned to the mattress, rolling his hips steadily, and spreading Billy’s legs as wide as they’ll get.

Eddie’s off somewhere, probably watching He-Man in the next room with his stiffy tucked into the waistband of his boxers because he can hear everything. Waiting patiently until he’s ready to come claim his sloppy seconds.

The blond’s skin is flushed from head to toe, and his breaths have been reduced to little pants and sighs that leave him in time with Steve’s thrusts.

He’s anticipating Eddie coming in any minute. Shuffling in beside Steve and filling Billy up even more — they’ve done it before, and he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head ever since.

Just thinking about watching his partners make out hot and heavy while they rail him has an ache settling into his core. Like he needs it.

Steve snaps his hips harder, eyes focused down at Billy through his lashes.

It’s perfect. Billy’s eyes well with tears, and just as his back begins to come away from the bed, Steve reaches out. Splays a hand against Billy’s stomach and presses, and his eyes may as well roll back into his skull.

“Taking such good care of yourself,” he sighs.

And Billy, nearly at his peak, furrows his brows. Confused. His body is still overcome with tremors not a second later. He groans and arches his back, painfully aware of how Steve’s hand stays put.

Steve buries himself deep after another few thrusts and comes hard. Has to stabilize himself with his hands on the mattress at Billy’s sides while he comes down from the high. For a moment, they breathe the same breath. Bask in the heat radiating from one another.

Then, Steve leans down. Kisses just below Billy’s ribs, and smooths his thumb back and forth over his skin right under his navel where he’s softest.

Now, he’s not really one for I love you’s but Billy’s pretty sure he’s damn close to saying it right now.

“Dirty talk took a weird turn,” he breathes.

Allows his body to relax against the mattress once again as he sweeps a hand through his sweat-slick hair. Steve hums amusedly against his skin, and Billy can feel the outline of his smile.

“Sorry,” Steve says. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He continues to lavish Billy’s stomach with attention. Wordless praise stamped into his flesh in the form of gentle, loving kisses and rubs.

It feels especially nice in the afterglow.

Maybe Billy’s into weird shit too.

Maybe this shit was never that weird in the first place.

“Aw, is Billy getting some tummy lovin’?” Eddie lilts.

He appears suddenly, jumping on the bed and causing the blond’s muscles to tense up from the surprise of it.

“Mhmm,” Steve hums.

A warm, damp washcloth smooths over his abdomen, courtesy of Eddie. He wipes up the evidence of Billy’s pleasure and leans down to press his lips to his forehead after.

“Good.” Eddie tosses the cloth aside, landing softly in the nest of dirty laundry that he’s conveniently left on the floor, and smooths his hands down Billy’s ribs from above. “Soft tummies need extra love.”

Billy’s face heats up. Especially when he feels Steve’s cock give a kick where it’s still buried inside him.

“You guys are so weird,” he huffs.

“We just love you, sweetheart,” Steve coos. Interlocks his fingers with Eddie’s over Billy’s sides. “And we love your tum—��

“If you say that word one more time, I’m gonna lose it.”

Steve snickers. Begins kissing around Billy’s navel softly, and it’s glaringly obvious that he’s starting to fill out again. Billy can fucking feel it.

Above him, Eddie sits up. Slides off the mattress gingerly and begins unfastening his belt as he rounds the bed.

“He’s right, you know,” he lilts.

Takes hold of one of Billy’s legs, just below his knee, and spreads him wider. The stretch has a groan leaving the blond’s lips.

Steve stands up straight, chewing his lip eagerly as he watches Eddie pull his cock out.

The two make eye contact briefly. Then they’re tilting into a kiss. The sight has Billy feeling a warm pool of electricity in his belly, especially when Eddie peaks at him out of the corner of his eye.

Like he can’t go a few seconds without looking at him.

A thumb gently swipes back and forth over Billy’s thigh, where he’s still being held, and he can’t help that his skin suddenly feels like it’s blistering with heat.

Maybe it’s not so bad that they picked a strange part of him to fawn over. It can’t be if it gets him in situations like this.

He just has to get used to his tummy being appreciated first.

[lemotmo]

Hello! Welcome to a post 8.5 world lol. I am as always very curious to hear your thoughts on the episode. (I am also by extension intrigued by Ali’s thoughts if any of those lovely anons send them your way. )

For me I’d give the episode a B rating I think. I enjoyed the Halloween aspect of it all. It was nice to see that brought back. And there was def some funny moments. And the Buck and Eddie being BuckandEddie was always nice. The Buck Chim dynamic was great. The Madney Henren scenes were top notch. Karen wanting Hen there for the big moments of their family felt real and authentic.

Some side eye moments with the whole buck loudly declaring lube flying in and then immediately going ok Eddie. 😂

Eddie sucking that ring pop while looking at buck in the hospital near the end of the episode 😂

Eddie and Buck definitely had a lot of husband coded moments. And the contrast with Tommy in them was interesting to see as well.

And I did genuinely enjoy everyone’s costumes.

Now the not so good stuff.

I know we all say it happens but actually seeing Tommy being so..dismissive of Buck? As he’s telling his tale in the hospital. As he’s at home doing his research deep dive. Seeing him trying so hard to make that connection just for Tommy to brush it off. Make jokes. Or just flat out tell him it’s time to be quiet because he’s exhausted was just not fun to watch.

Eddie. Outside of the Buck and Eddie moments and honestly even in some of them, he seemed a little…ooc this episode. I don’t know if that was on purpose because of what’s coming storyline wise for him or if it was because this episode was Directed by Taylor Wong and she’s never been a very big Eddie fan. And she tends to write him very… straight and just ooc. Which honestly it being Eddie the former might explain the later lol. But then also like he literally watches Denny flatline? Watches Henren suffer over their child and then not even a mention of Chris? Nothing to show he even tried to reach out? Just him looking at a photo at the end of the episode? Idk that was not my Eddie Diaz tonight.

Henren. Not gonna lie the stuff with Denny while it did get me because it was so emotional and even knowing he was gonna be fine, i honestly could have done without it. I really really wish they’d find a new plot for Henren other than constantly making them suffer and traumatized. Like they literally just dealt with Mara last episode. And they couldn’t even have 1 episode to be happy.

The journalists. I love them dearly but I am baffled by how much they hyped up that Eddie and Buck handshake still when it wasn’t even in the episode. We saw Eddie out his hand out but then that was it. The rest was cut. And they knew that because they had seen the episode by that point. So didn’t enjoy how much they hyped up a deleted scene essentially. And then a lot of their articles tonight were just to much Tommy’s a good person. Tommy’s good for Buck. Nothings wrong with Tommy. For my taste.

And then Oliver. His pre episode 5 interviews. I am also confused by these. Because he gave such a different vibe for this episode than what we actually saw. Like was Tommy super helpful? No. But he was still a little helpful. And the way Oliver spoke you’d think he wouldn’t have done anything at all. It also sounded like the hurdles would begin tonight and idk maybe I just completely missed them but I didn’t really see any of it? I think they touched on Tommy’s jealousy of the 118 at the very end but that’s was about it and it’s not a new thing. Idk if they pulled another 7.6 on this poor man where they had him out here hyping up the bachelor party and karaoke scene only to then switch it up when the episode aired and cut things out while simultaneously seeming to extend BT, but either that happened again or he’s lost his ability to interview for episodes accurately lolol.

Now of course no closing in buddie. Just very confused and slightly frustrated with this episode I think. 1-4 were so good with pacing and story beats and this one just was not it. It felt like they were trying to cram maybe one or two things extra into it to get ready for 8..6 that they prob shouldn’t have.

Honorable mention: as I said before the difference in Eddie and Tommy was interesting. Eddie in the hospital room vs Tommy outside until the doctor left. Eddie teasing Buck with Buck vs Tommy laughing at Buck with his harbor crew. Tommy not being able to get Boil Buck to calm down vs Eddie being able to. The graveyard scene with Tommy behind Buck and a bit away vs Buddie graveyard scene Seaosn 6 standing shoulder to shoulder. There was a lot of these little moments where you could feel Eddie was in bucks life. Part of it. And Tommy was just..there but not? Like he didn’t fit in.

We also found out (and it’s floating around Twitter and tumblr but I’ll try to remember to send a link later) that Buck and Eddie both have a photo of Buck and Chris from the season 3 Christmas party at their houses. Which is just 😭😭😭. Buck who also now just has decorations in his fridge at all; has the photo of Buck and Chris from season 3 on the pier. So they are a family your honor. This got so much longer then I ever meant I’m so sorry 😂😂

Oh Nonny, you came up with some excellent points here. You can find my own thoughts and opinions on my blog. I just posted them.

Overall I agree with everything you said here. I'm not going to go into the details, since I just posted a very long post about this, but I genuinly don't understand why everybody was hyping up this episode? It was okay, but it wasn't special at all. I expected more Buck growth as well, but instead we got... boils and curses. It was a bit of a let-down, I agree.

I do think we saw some stirrings of beginning problems between Buck and Tommy though. There was a jarring lack of romantic energy, chemistry and intimicay between these two men. There was absolutely nothing, no kiss, no handholding, no hug... nothing. In fact, in most scenes they were very far apart from each other as well. They were intentionally seperated.

I think their 'struggles' will be that they lack that 'spark' you need to keep the relationship alive. They didn't seem like boyfriends, but like ordinary friends. So now I'm thinking that their inevitable breakup will be mutual. Them just deciding that they don't work as boyfriends, but they should remain friends.

Tommy was still kept away from everyone else. The only people he really interacted with was Buck and Eddie. So, the vibes of him being a 'plot device haven't changed at all. In fact, they've increased.

So yeah, I found that interesting.

What was that about that photo? I'll have to look that one up. 😋

[mjlovescm]

Can you do Rodrick x reader who is like Eddie Munson from stranger things

The freak and his cheerleader, Rodrick Heffley

A/N: I really hope you mean Rodrick is like Eddie and not reader is like Eddie because thats how I wrote it. But if that is what you mean I'll be happy to write one for fem black Eddie type reader or of black male Eddie type reader. I needed some practice, so I wrote this in first person. I hope you like it.

To say Rodrick and I were an unlikely pair was an understatement. But what can I say, opposites attract and me and him are very opposite. He was the loud, trouble making drug dealing drummer who stayed back. And I was the friendly social head cheerleader. And as if the clash of our personalities and interests weren't confusing enough, there was our appearances.

Rodrick loved to wear dark, simple things while still adding his own spin on them. Like when he cut up his dad's old jean jacket and painted the Löded Diper logo and name on the back. Me, on the other hand, I can't get enough of bright colors, short skirts and my cheerleading uniform. Although Rodrick was strongly against any and everything that represented our school, he made an exception for my uniform. And, of course, for me.

“Do you really have to drag us to every one of these things?” Chris complained as Rodrick led him and Ben up the bleachers.

“Seriously, Rodrick, I really don't think she'll mind if it's just you in the crowd.” Ben agrees.

“Come on, guys, she's always at our shows. Just smile and cheer her on.”

“Fine.” The two put it to a rest.

Confused and bored, the three boys watched the game with absolutely no knowledge of whether our school was winning or not. Rodrick had no idea what the score was, nor did he care. He only really came to see me perform.

“There she is.” He pointed to me, smiling, as I led our school's cheer team.

As we perform, I can hear him screaming my name. Praising me and my moves, as if he hadn't seen me practice them for weeks on end.

Although a small part of me understands people's perplexity with me and Rodrick. A bigger part sorta liked the differences. With Rodrick being someone who was “weird” and okay with it, it brought out a different side of me. One I only showed to him.

“Do you maybe wanna talk about it ?” Rodrick's small suggestion was all that was needed to set me off.

The past few days, hell weeks, had been rough. Everyone was always expecting something from me. If it wasn't my teammates, it was my teachers. If it was my teachers, it was parents. Usually I could stay on top of things to keep a healthy balance to make everyone and untimely myself happy. But sometimes I slip and when I slip I just start falling. And suddenly everyone was convinced that I only make mistakes and excuses. I tried to explain, but I know they didn't want to listen to my troubles. So I just didn't tell them. Sometimes it really does feel like Rodrick is the only person who I can complain to.

“Math sucks for everybody, okay, It's not just you.”

“I know it's just he wants me to take it when I have cheer practice. But I was already sick and missed the last one, and I tried to tell him, but he said I take it then, or I don't take it at all.” I complain, frustrated.

Climbing onto Rodrick's bed, I bury my face into his pillow. Rodrick is quick to join me. Laying on his side beside me, he pressed a kiss to the back of my head.

“How about we just sleep it off for now.” He whispers against my head. “Then we can study and practice your cheers, okay?”

A bit more calm, I agreed with Rodrick. “Okay.” I said, lifting my head slightly from his pillow.

Rodrick didn't put me on a pedestal the way other people did. And I didn't put him down the way everyone else did, either. I think that's what makes us work so good. Sure, Rodrick would always be a freak to some, and I'd always be a golden girl. But when it's just me and him, we were just each other.

“I don't think I'll ever get used to this.” Rodrick told me as he took his blunt from my fingers.

I looked at him with a curious expression as I blew the smoke to the side.

“Get used to what?”

“You.” He took a deep inhale from the blunt, holding the heavy smoke in his lungs before releasing it. “This.”

My curious expression stayed, and Rodrick tilted his head slightly.

“I don't get it.” I admitted and he smiled before laughing.

Setting the blunt aside, he pulled me into his arms.

“I mean you and me.” He clarified. “I don't think I'll get used to the queen b of our school smoking with me or being my girlfriend.”

I rolled my eyes at the title “queen b”. I hated it.

“I hate when you call me that.” I told him pulling away only to be pulled back to my boyfriend's body.

“Yea I know. I know.” Rodrick plants his face in the crook of my neck. “I mean, I don't know, I guess it's just like weird you're dating me and not some muscle for brains athlete.”

“You're only saying that because I'm a cheerleader. That's such a boring clique.”

“And what the popular girl and the weirdo in the band isn't?”

Materslist Drum Lesson, 🍋 She keeps to herself

[sweettoothvn]

Sweet Tooth Character Questions (Part 2)

Welcome to part 2! We have a lot of these questions from the Sweet Tooth server, feel free to join us here!

Questions under the cut (doing this to not clog main blog!! ^^)

"How would they react to their partner getting jealous?"

Andre is worried why his partner seems so upset. He abandons whatever conversation he was in the middle of- (i would like to point out this man is so horribly dense he does not understand he's being flirted with. You have to spell it out for him.) anyways he sits his partner down and tries to have them talk to him about what the problem was. If you try to tell him to go back to having fun, he refuses and spends the rest of the day with you. You take care of him so he takes care of you, thats what you're supposed to do and he loves you no matter what.

Casey isnt as dense as he plays. He pretends that the person who is talking to him isnt flirting. Desperately, he's been trying to pull away from the conversation- and then you come around- sure you're jealous and probably upset either at him or the stranger- but he's never been so thankful for you to yank him away. He reassures you and tells you how thankful he is. Massive cuddles and candy binges will soon ensue.

Chrys is the type to typically flirt back with whoever is flirting with her. She doesnt mean it. She's planning on building up their ego then watching it all fall down when they realize (even after she told them she was taken by you and that she was VERY serious about it-) that no they cant have her and they never will. She will try her best to explain this to you, realizing that yeah from a distance it did look like she was intent on cheating on you. She'll try her best to make it up to you, cooking for you, cuddling you, complimenting you. Anything you need. She's right there.

David typically is bored of talking to people. The minute someone starts flirting with him when he's already in a well established relationship that he has made sure everyone knows about- well he shuts the other person out, rudely interrupting and asking if they're 'done yet'. If they try anything, David will use his words to beat them to the ground until they realize he sees them as nothing. You might try to pull him away jealously- only then will he realize what effect this has had on you. He rarely shows his soft side, he doesnt like being vulnerable around people. But you're always an exception and you've taught him that his feelings are valid. He will do anything he can to make you feel loved. Read to you, cuddle you, allow you to play with his bunnies. He might run his hands through your hair and sing a Russian lullaby his recent brother would sing to him.

Eddie tends to cringe when people flirt with him nowadays. He used to welcome it when he was floating around, trying to find someone who might understand him. And now that he has you, he could wish for nothing more. He makes it VERY clear he's not interested- he's even gone as far as smacking someone if they tried to touch him. When you approach him, he gets confused why you're jealous at first. He didnt do anything wrong did he? He made sure he wasnt interested, he was positive! Oh well, despite his lack of interest in affection, you'll find yourself swaddled next to him in a pillow fort, binge watching weird series as he may or may not talk over them-

Kieran is pretty well known for fucking around. Quite literally. It's apart of his reputation. And now that he's in a serious relationship he regrets it horribly. It was fun when it lasted, but the reputation he garnered from it... he doesnt enjoy the attention as much as he used to. You taught him how consent works and how to say no to people. He never noticed how handsy people tended to be with him. He tries to be polite, something rare for him, telling them he isnt interested. If it escalates it will increase to yelling and go so far as to harming the person if they go any further. He doesnt want a repeat. Never again. He sees you're upset and goes to comfort you, hoping maybe you can comfort him as well. You'll lay in his bed as he tells you how much he loves you. Simply just holding you and talking to you alleviates that intense anxiety from before. He's never felt so safe.

Noble waves the person off. The first few words of a pickup line and even the slightest lustful look- he's walking away. They're not worth his time. He made sure to stay by you no matter what. Metaphorically and physically. Call him clingy but he needs you. And you need him. The person might persist, to which he sighs and finally gives them his 'attention'. He'll pretend to be interested, getting closer and closer to them, whispering something that seems so sweet- only for him to tell them how stupid they are to believe such things. Similar to Chrys- building them up then tearing them down. He leans away, looking disgusted. He might flicks their nose and push on their chest before going to find you- only just now realizing you saw the whole thing. He tries to tell you what happened but you saw it all and the mind can jump to conclusions so easily. He begs and begs for your forgiveness, he wants to make it up to you, he has to. You trusted him and he failed. Prepared to get pampered for the entire day... or week.

Zach may look naïve, however he is anything but that. He refuses the drink they buy him. He pulls away from their touches, laughing awkwardly. God where are you...? His anxiety is a lump in her throat and he's never missed you so horribly. They keep talking- why are they still talking? Slowly he tries to walk away, being to scared to turn them down. What if they get mean if he says no? He doesn't want to cause a scene, he really doesn't. If he causes a scene what might you think of him? Oh there you are. He sighs, so relieved and rushes over to you. Before you can even utter a word to ask him why on earth he was 'talking' to such a creep, he tells you that you're going home and that he doesn't want to stay there a moment longer. In the car ride home he tells you about his discomfort- and you both start making fun of the creep from the bar. Its a personal conversation shared between the two of you. Sure its bad to talk about people behind their back but... eugh... that guy was so... shady. He gets all cheesy with the pickup lines when you're finally home, asking if he can 'buy you a drink' while being an absolute dork. He makes you laugh until you cant breathe and then he compliments you until your face is too hot.

"The Sweet Tooth cast just found out they're in love with someone. How do they react?"

Andre sort of sits there for a moment, it all makes sense now. How he felt so weird and giddy whenever you were around, how his day seemed to bright up no matter what whenever you were there. Even if you felt sad and needed comfort it always made him happy knowing you looked at him for comfort. He knows that he wants to be with you but he isn't sure if you like him the same. He does what he's always done his whole life- which is ask his mom for advice. Of course, raising her son on nothing but RomComs his whole life, she helps him plan a very very romantic way for him to ask you out.

Casey probably had it pointed out to him when Kieran was teasing him. Kieran spouted it out and the room got silent. Casey sitting there with an entirely flushed face wouldnt know what to say- until loudly going "OOOOOOOH" and then preceding to go on an hour ramble about why he likes you so much.

Chrys probably had some inkling but she figured it was just a.. friend crush.. that's... that's a thing right? When she realizes that how much she thinks about you is not normal for friends, she gets very quiet around you for a bit. She's slightly shy and very out of character, until she cant take it anymore, she blurts the question out as you're about to leave your shift.

David paces back and forth talking at a fast pace and thinking about the pro's and cons of his feelings for you and weighing out if dating you is reasonable or not. Eddie interrupts him, complaining that he should just ask you out because David is annoying like this.

Eddie probably had a dream about you- first he played it off- but then they wouldnt stop... He probably tries to avoid you, denying his feelings for you at first- but then he finds he cant stand being AWAY from you- so then he gets very clingy. He despises how clingy he feels so he goes into this cycle of detaching then attaching himself to you- until you bring it up, he might not stop.

Kieran is shocked that he has a crush- Last time he had a crush on someone it went horribly wrong. But you're not horrible like him... no you're much different. Right? You wouldnt hurt him like August has... right? You were so kind and you put up with all his bullshit and stayed regardless of that... who does that? He becomes more awkward- flinching at your touch and getting flustered more easily. He's acting like his high school self and he's never been more embarrassed.

Noble oh he knew that he liked you... he knew the moment he saw you. When you opened your mouth. The way you talked, the way you moved and carried yourself, even how you breathed... it drove him crazy. He probably figured that this fixation over you would be a temporary thing, as he tended to fixate on people during his break up periods with Rainn. However he felt this strong connection to you... like it was destiny... he didnt Rainn anymore...

Oh so that's why Zach's sketchbooks are always full of you...! He thought he just liked how you looked... how you were so fun to draw and every little detail was so fascinating to him. Every freckle, every mole, loose hair, the ways your face crinkled in certain areas when you smiled. You always had the best poses in his opinion. You were naturally his muse. But he stops drawing you for a while. His last relationship didn't end off so well- sure they were still friends but- he didn't want to mess this up with you. He couldn't.

"How does the sweet tooth go about first kisses with someone they love?"

Andre during the entire date is working himself up to it, trying to find the perfect opportunity to finally get that kiss in. He doesn't force himself on you, instead he'll make sure to ask you, wondering if you're okay with how he holds you and if you're comfortable. It's a very gentle kiss, if you're left wanting more he won't hesitate to give it to you, but he's always so anxious that he might accidentally hurt you.

Casey has been muttering a lot to himself like he's been giving himself a pep talk whenever he thinks you're not looking- When you're finally alone with him- he does this weird sharp inhale like he's about to confess a crime. He looks serious, a rare expression for him so it's obvious that you get concerned but- then he blurts it out, "Can I kiss you?" albeit he speaks to fast or maybe his voice cracks- regardless its adorable and after he asks he gets super flustered. His kiss is inexperienced but hey at least his ChapStick tastes nice. Very fruity flavors- or his favorite go to is the cocoa cola ChapStick.

Chrys has been so excited the entire date, making sure you're comfortable while dragging you around to look at all the wonderful things and get the best experience you can. You're both really tired by the end of it and she finds a nice quiet spot for the two of you. She gets close, leaning on you while holding your hand and says, "Y'know... this would be a good place for a first kiss..." Before looking at you with expectant eyes and a small smile. Her lips are soft and plush, her lipstick tints your own lips but you don't notice as she cups your cheek.

David for once doesnt have that pissed off look to him. Instead he has wide curious eyes and actually seems... happy. He seems relaxed and like he can actually breathe when he's with you. His tone is much more polite and gentle with you, not that strict and powerful one that was... overcompensating. He was always bothered by people touching him when he never viewed them as an equal, which is probably everyone at this point. However, he holds your hand and holds tight, allowing you to take him where you please until you're finally alone and able to talk to each other. Except he's quiet, just studying you face while nervously fidgeting with his sweater sleeve. In a near whisper he ask, "...Would it be alright if I kissed you...?" of course you ask him to speak up- to which he shakes his head and looks away, clearly upset you didn't hear him. (Even though it wasn't your fault-??) Regardless, it's up to you to kiss him first. He's tense at the start, but he melts into your touch and holds you as close as he can.

Eddie most likely took you to the best place he knows. The forest. He knows it like the back of his hand so why wouldn't he bring you there. Obvious choice, any another choice would be stupid. Unless you made it, then it's perfect. He seemed to be in his own little world the entire time, quietly muttering to you and forgetting that personal space was a thing- but you don't mind as he points out the local moss and fungus, telling you all the interesting things he knows about each and every species. You arrive at a river and for once he's quiet, the quietest he's been the entire time. Suddenly, he asks you to face him and close your eyes. Hesitantly, you do so, feeling something soft placed on your head before his lips press against yours. They're a bit chapped but he's not too bad of a kisser so it balances it out. What he placed on your head was a flower crown he'd somehow managed to make when you weren't looking- which you SWORE you had your eyes on him the whole time. Sneaky bastard.

It's only natural to expect Kieran to bring you to a loud event with bright colors and strobe lights, but he doesn't. Nope, he planned a simple date. Nothing big and loud for you two to party the night away, get drunk, and end up in an alleyway aggressively making out with each other. Okay maybe the date he had planned wasn't terribly simple because of the location. He came to your house, picked you up and took you across the city he grew up in. He shows you his favorite places and you eat at his childhood restaurant. The date ends where you're on the rooftop on some building you shouldn't even be on, eating your favorite dessert while watching the people below walk across the street and sidewalks, minding their own business. He takes his arm and lays it over your shoulders, bringing you into a side embrace before kissing your forehead. You look up at him, a bit confused (but flattered) by the gesture, to which he replies, "What? Want a better one?" His lips are soft and taste a bit smokey (hope you don't mind), and of course sweet considering what you two had been eating. He's definitely a good kisser considering how much experience he has. Be careful not to swoon so hard you fall off the building-

Noble's idea of a date was something you were curious about, he seemed a bit unpredictable. He was super romantic but also very chaotic at the same time. So of course you would either think, well maybe its a dinner on a terrace in France, but then there was the possibility of him taking you to a nightclub to dance to your hearts content. Of course it was easy to think that the latter was more so what he would do, considering his daily activities and the general area he tended to hang out in. But the reality was that it was a simple picnic that had an amazing view of Paris. The food was incredible, all home cooked and traditional recipes passed from his family. He allows you to do most of the talking, more interested in listening to you. He was never one to talk- unless of course it was to ramble about you. That was always easy. Other than that, sometimes talking was hard for him when the topic was him. As you speak, you don't notice him inching closer and closer- until he interrupts you with a kiss. It's gentle and long enough for you to memorize his lips against yours- at least it was long enough for him to do that- but not too long to where it was uncomfortable. When he pulls away he smiles and gives you the excuse, "Sorry, you had something on your lips."

Zach hasnt been on a date in a while, and usually he was never the one to plan them. So he was a bit nervous on where to bring you- but then he settled with an art installation. The art installation had some weird stuff going on, sure, but it was really fun regardless. When you're finished, he takes you to an observatory to relax. As you're laid back in the seats, he points out the different stars, whispering in your ear while leaned close. Your shoulders are touching and he's holding your hand. Finally he points to the Pisces constellation and explains the story to you, about how two lovers jumped into a river together after turning into fish so they could escape a monster. Then after a moment of silence, he asks, "Do you believe in soulmates? I know it's cheesy but that doesn't make it bad... sometimes cheesy is good..." He sighs and looks at you "Want to see if you're mine...?" His lips are inviting and despite his awkward behavior, he seems to know what he's doing. He takes the lead with it, trying to bring you as close as he can but not trying to seem desperate at the same time.

[buckys-little-belle]

Hello ! I love your stories so much I check daily for updates !! I was wondering if you could write a story with Eddie about Jason bullying the reader so they run to the picnic table in the woods where Eddie finds and comforts them ? Your very talented and I can’t wait for your next post !!

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Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Jason is mean, a few quotes of what Jason says, but no graphic bullying, OKAY, please tell me you know what I mean when I say a part of this reminded me of "I cut hair at night, I'm the night barber." "No your not." "Who do you think cuts your hair?" "No one, it doesn't grow very fast." "It's me, I'm all up in there at night, styling away." "Why would you do that?" OR HOWEVER THAT SCENE GOES, Eddie is so big brother coded in this it's not even funny

Notes - I don't know if this is good, but please enjoy it either way <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW, if you do not comply you will be reported and blocked <3

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They didn't mean to slip in class, truly, they held back as best they could, but the class was stressful, loud, and confusing, jocks taking over, the teacher not caring as he graded papers at his desk, fine with the chaos the basketball boys were causing as long as he had a few minutes to himself. Yet there they were, forced to talk, when regressed, in front of the rudest person they had ever met, Jason immediately mocking the way they spoke, as if he wasn't the person that caused the stressful environment that led to Y/n regressing.

"Just speak up!", "Ew you sound like a baby!", "Are you a wittle baby??", "I can't understand you!". Jason's words rang through their ears, over and over and over and over again.

"Hey?" A voice called out, Y/n sat at the picknick table out the back, their head that was once laid in their hands now shot up looking at who spoke. "What's wrong?" Eddie spoke, not moving any closer, making sure Y/n felt safe with his presense, giving them much time to flea or yell at him to go away.

"Nofin'." Y/n sniffled, wiping the tears with the backs of their hands, though tears kept spilling, afraid Eddie too would make fun of how they were talking. "Really, 'm fine." They sobbed, clearly not fine.

Eddie placed his little metal lunch box on the ground, walking over and sitting opposite to Y/n, asking once again. "Seriously, what's wrong." His words ending with a subtle chuckle this time, his eyes assessing the situation in case something had physically happened.

"I w's in class, 'nd jason w's bein' mean! Kept sayin' I talk like a baby, and i's weird! Bu' I don' always talk like this! 'm jus' feelin' a lil' small, an' it w's so loud, and he w's so mean and 'm just sad!." They ranted, their tears stopping, anger filling them more than the sadness now. "I's jus' so unfair!"

"Well look." Eddie began, clasping his hands on the table, ready to make a deal. "I will deal with Jason, if you promise me to come straight to me whenever you feel small and scared okay?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "That way I can defeat." He held his arm up as if he was holding a sword. "Whatever is bothering you, and you can feel safe, and not be alone in the middle of the woods, that's not a good choice bubba." His finger swirled around, gesturing to the forest around them. "Really, I don't like you out here."

"You don' even know me." Y/n pouted, feeling like a scolded child, because they technically were, they really should have thought about running to the middle of the woods alone before doing so, but they were little, and too cute to be told they were wrong, so no harm, no foul.

"Y/n who do you think makes sure no one walks into the bathroom when you've slipped?" Eddie asked, once again tilting his head, ready for a little duel.

"I jus' thought no on' needed da bathroom?" They questioned.

"Oh lots of people need to use the bathroom bubba, but I don't let them." Eddie smiled.

"Why though?" They asked.

"Because you remind me of someone, and I don't want you to get hurt like they were, so I just feel better keeping an eye on you." Eddie cleared his throat. "And I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you from Jason, I, that's my bad, I was a little busy." He sighed, embarrassed.

"Doin' what?" Y/n asked, tilting their head just like Eddie did.

"None of your business there bubba." Eddie laughed. "How about we get you back before your bus leaves okay?" He asked, picking up Y/n's backpack and putting it on, grabbing his own lunch box, and already walking out.

"Waiiiitttt!" Y/n yelled, running after Eddie, grabbing his hand. "You m'friend now for real?" They asked, their eyes looking away from Eddie, afraid to face the possible rejection.

Eddie squeezed their hand. "Yes Bubba, I'm you're friend now." He smiled, leading them out of the woods and back to the school, making sure Y/n got on the right bus, and made sure they were gone before getting in his own van to go home.

He knew he wasn't going to be able to save every little from every possible bullying situation, and he knew that he shouldn't put that weight on his shoulders, but what's one little one? He could protect them from the meanies at school, and would gladly take them under his wing for as long as they would have him. He felt like he belonged again, like he was useful, and he also felt like he should go buy some stickers so Y/n really would go to him whenever they were sad, a sticker reward always seems to work.

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That One Shot of Alice with the Weird Lighting- an explanation.

This shot. It’s the same sort of lens flare and lighting that was on Chrissy right before her vision in the woods. Chrissy wasn’t put into a full trance in that scene, JUST like how Alice wasn’t. Chrissy was still able walk around, just like Alice was, but was seeing something that wasn’t there.

Like, take a look at how Alice walks towards the dead rabbit versus how Chrissy walks towards the clock in the tree:

As well, Virginia is literally right behind Alice as this occurs. Virginia, who very VERY likely has powers. And once the spiders burst out of the clock, Chrissy panics and quickly walks backwards, bumping into Eddie. We get the same sort of “closeup, panicked” shot with Alice, and then the same sort of “blurred, turning to run away” shot with Chrissy.

Alice, in her physical body, likely walked towards the rabbit, entranced, but then realized it was dead (her seeing it at the bottom of the slide in her vision), panicked, turned around and ran, and her physical body bumped into Virginia, ending the vision, much like how Chrissy’s ends once she bumps into Eddie.

What was Alice seeing? She was seeing what we saw during Victor’s retelling. Alice going down the “slide” in her vision was actually her walking down the stairs in her irl body.

Alice then saw the rabbit (on the same screen right area as the rabbit shows up in the trailer even), screamed and ran in the vision, and ran in her physical body irl, bumping into Virginia, and ending the trance, just like what happened with Chrissy. Alice would have thought she was running towards the house in her vision, so wouldn’t have thought anything of it when she ran into Virginia, she may have been a bit confused, but likely would have written it off as disorientation caused by the panic of seeing the rabbit.

And look at how weird the Creel house is in the Alice scene during Victor’s retelling- there’s no rocking chairs on the porch, and none of the plants Virginia is shown watering in the trailer are there either. And you might be saying “oh Em, that’s because Alice saw the rabbit at the slide early-on when they first moved in, that’s why there’s no plants and chairs,” to which I say that if you look closely at the house in the creel family trailer, you can see that the rocking chairs on the porch have been there since they moved in.

And in Victor’s retelling, we go directly from the shot of Alice running towards the house to victor sitting on the porch with chairs and plants. It seems like a weird time jump if Alice’s rabbit sighting was supposed to be early-on and Victor was watching for wild animals way later. And again, the chair has been on the porch since the day they moved in.

Alice is even wearing the exact same outfit in both scenes with the rabbit- I don’t think these scenes happened on two different days.

And as @wibble-wobbegong pointed out awhile back, when Victor talks about the demon being “closer than he realized,” we cut right to a shot of Virginia. She’s the demon.

Then, Victor talks about how the demon was tormenting Alice. We get this after the rabbit scene, and after the scene of Victor tlaking about the demon tormenting also, and Virginia runs into the room suspiciously quickly. Almost like she knew what was going on. Almost like she caused it. Virginia runs to immediately comfort Alice- Victor, on the other hand, stands there confused. This could be waved away as Victor being an apathetic, unaffectionate parent, but hat’s simply not true- and maybe even waved off as him caring, but not being physically affectionate, but that’s also not true. We see him reach out and sort of side-hug Alice when they screens first arrive at the house, we see him reach out and touch Alice’s face after she dies, we see him looking at his kids and smiling at both of them during the dinner scene in the Creel family trailer, we see him hug Virginia and rub her back when she runs downstairs, we see him grab Henry and hold him close when Victor sees henry laying on the floor- point is, Victor DOES display physical affection, and not even just in times of horror (such as the deaths/Virginia being scared), but also just casually such as the scene with Alice when they first moved in. Victor isn’t unaffectionate and apathetic in this scene with Alice’s nightmare- he’s confused. He’s standing there wondering if this is connected to the demon he has suspicions of. Virginia though? She doesn’t experience that confusion, so she’s able to jump right into her false affection. She knows there’s no demon- because she’s the demon.

This scene is also a pretty hefty parallel to Carrie and her mother- Carrie, who has long blonde hair like Alice, and there’s so many Creel-Carrie parallels but that’s a whole other post. Carrie’s mother has manipulated and tormented Carrie, and is now pretending to comfort Carrie while plotting to kill her in this scene. Like she literally stabs Carrie in the back in this scene.

As well, look at what’s behind Virginia- a lamp and a painting with sunflowers on it. The lamp also, interestingly enough, turns on as soon as Virginia passes over it. I know this is technically because Victor hit the light switch, but as a production and cinematography choice to have him hitting the switch align with the exact moment that Virginia overlaps with the lamp, it’s definitely interesting. And the lamp itself is relevant because of all of the imagery of lamps being tied to Will’s powers and him turning them on to communicate with Joyce- the lamp here is likely being used to subtly indicate Virginia’s powers. The sunflowers are also interesting because where else do we see sunflowers? With Terry Ives. Yknow, a mother who had powers and who knew Dr Brenner. Just like how Virginia is a mother with powers who knows Dr Brenner.

And speaking of the lamp/light, it’s worth noticing that in Alice’s nightmare scene, Victor is the one who’s in the dark the most, with Alice in the dark the second most, and Virginia in the light. Victor is literally and figuratively in the dark- he doesn’t know what’s going on. Alice is partially in the dark, because she’s experiencing these nightmares and knows what’s going on in that regard. Virginia is not in the dark because she knows exactly what’s going on, because she’s the one causing it.

[castlebyersafterdark]

i'm only halfway through your fic but already i'm soooo appreciative of details you've paid to things like who manscapes? that's something you just don't get from many writers (dare i say perhaps because most are female?) and i LOVE that mike wouldnt have even given it much thought, this is immediately canon to meeeee. whereas will, groomed boi that turned up like THAT at the airport? oh yes sir he buys specially dedicated scissors/clippers at the very LEAST. (side note - i reallllllly hope a scene of jon teaching will how to shave his newly-appearing facial hair features in s5 pleassssseeee such good exposition for 'theyre growing up' !)

and i love the way you write about them playing with the underwear fabric - something i find missing from fic in general too, which is odd cos all genders can and do wear underwear, and its kind of hot to play with for any gender? i dont mean lingerie or sexy lace either - just your average underwear is such a nice way to tease.

what do you think of the underwear they've chosen for the show? we saw mike in his white briefs and vest, and i imagine will to have underwear that's more reflective of his family's money (even though they seemingly had more in s4), whereas mike's looked like his mom still bought his and they were standard. (a great detail considering that eddie teased him about his mom buying his clothes - it seems that beneath the hellfire shirt, he is still his true self, wearing those mom-bought undies). i think even though will's underwear will probs be a bit less expensive, it'll also be nicer and cooler in a way? whereas briefs are very...80s? idk. just not flattering lol. but i also can't see will in checkered boxers like jon wears cos his pants are way too tight. what do you think?

Oh, this is so sweet, thank you 🥲 I am such a slut for hyper specific details. I tend to overthink everything and hyper-visualize but I think that's the fun part. I love reading so many different writing styles but I tend to go for super realistic myself? I'm glad my body hair hcs were appreciated haha. Sometimes I pause and think - is this too weird? But no, it's interesting. And hot. And in character. Yes. Let's go.

And oooooh I must say, I am still in disbelief they went with that opening scene for mike? in the tighty whiteys?!? Good for them, we thank you for your film-making decisions. I kind of love that he's soooo basic. Mommy probably bought them (ew that sounded so weird but I am not backspacing HAHA). But it's an interesting character detail! Would he eventually put thought into wearing something nicer once he's dating Will, a boy who he hopes will routinely see him undressed? Or is he so unphased by that sort of thing? I honestly don't think Mike will put too much thought into it. They work. And Will kinda likes it. It's classic. I'm sure Will grew up on sneaking away with the Sears catalog to look at the men's sections. Classic basics might be a formative awakening for him as sexually confused young man (as is tradition for many.....)

As for Will, I'm sure when he gets the chance, he gets nicer stuff. He likes looking good, feeling good. Patterns, different cuts depending on his choice of pants. Especially with those skin tight light wash denims he favors! He is so not a 5 pack kmart boxers kinda guy if he had the option, ya know??? Absolutely not. If he's matching his little belts to his fits, he's picky about what goes underneath.

[marcusbutnotgarvey]

Funeral Parade of Roses

This movie was so jarring and uncomfortable. This paired with looking for a purpose throughout the film was an unnerving experience. After looking through some of the other posts, I can also see the relation and resemblance of the Oedipus complex. Despite the uncomfortableness of this film, I felt this film pointed to the additional rebellion of marginalized youth in Japan who do not get as much attention as others. This for example being another side of a rebellion story like the Cruel story of our youth.

The directing throughout the film included many scenes that were very confusing. I don’t remember seeing a caution for those who may have photosensitivity or epilepsy, so please beware. The scenes in question were when the group was dancing in a room, likely doing drugs, with the lights flashing on and off. There were also some more strange scenes that showed the warbled TV screen and haze. The confusing part about this is that this is what the videographer in the scenes wanted in the film. Like other posts also mentioned I was also confused about the timeline and where we were in the overall film story. This coupled with the bouts of interviews scenes made it difficult to cement myself in an actual timeline in the film.

One of the confusing scenes of this film to breakdown was between Eddie and Gonda. When Gonda finds out that Eddie is his son, he is seen so distraught emotionally, and physically and faces himself in the mirror. He holds the picture that Eddie has of him and their family from when he was a kid and then Gonda grabs a knife and cuts his throat. This is confusing because why does Gonda now care about his involvement in this lifestyle. He left his family from when he was a kid and had spiraled into the fringes of the dark part of society, selling drugs to youth and all sorts of people. Is it just because he is faced with the realization that he had intercourse with his own child that pushes him over the edge. Is not the abandonment of his family and turning to a life selling drug pressure more intense than this. Maybe it was the elements of his family coming back into his life no matter how far he escaped that pushed him to take his own life.

Following this Eddie sees Gonda dead and dying without really knowing why. Eddie then stabs both of their eyes out and walk out of the hotel to the sidewalk. Eddie is surrounded by “normal people” from all walks of life just standing and staring at Eddie with gouged out eyes and a knife in hand. No one seems to jump to help or make any notable commentary on Eddie. Everyone just stands and watches. This could symbolic representation of society at the time when it came to giving attention to the rebellious and outside portions of society. Society as a whole just serves as onlookers viewing these outer fringes and developing portions of society. Not willing to provide necessary support and attention to the queer and changing youth but rather looking at them from afar, either criticizing openly or silently.

[bakeryblood]

MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

@alexs-playground

“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

[sp0o0kylights]

Q: Why wasn’t there an Adopt a Jock (lol I wrote this as Adopt a Joke. Sorry Steve.) update this week? (slash sevenish days Idk time is dumb) 

A: It was Steddie Big Bang Time! I am so excited to work with both my artists, and REALLY fricken excited to finally be able to give ya’ll a snippet. 

They mention Hopper’s death here but its pre S4, they don’t know he’s actually alive. 

                                              Eddie

         "Tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die."

                         --What We Do In The Shadows

A scenario for you to ponder: 

You are trapped in the dead police chief's cabin. With you are your three best friends, your life-long gay crush, and several children, one of which is supposedly telekinetic.

Maybe two. 

You're not sure because one of the demonic plant-penis dogs prowling around in packs outside gave you a concussion. 

You have two options available to you. 

Option One) you and your loser friends hunker down with your hands over your ears while Mr. Sexy Chest and the children figure a way out. 

This option has the highest chance of you and your besties surviving, unscathed.

Option Two) You tell Mr. Sexy Chest that you know how to hotwire cars and can likely get the police truck outside running in an ill fated attempt at impressing his very straight (and very firm) ass. 

This option has the biggest chance of you dying, a virgin sacrifice to the monsters in the woods like every horror movie idiot known to man. 

Eddie Munson, elbow deep in wires, cursed himself for being a very stupid man. 

"Can I just say, for the record, that this is really dumb?" He huffed, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

 The truck had clearly been sitting here since the old man had died. Likely before then, because Eddie had taken one look at the wires underneath the steering wheel and knew immediately the engine was going to need some work before he even bothered trying to wake her.

Steve, who had a hip rested against the truck, turned to look over his shoulder, down at where Eddie was ducked under the raised hood.  "You can but it won't make you feel better."

"Great." Eddie said, planting both hands on either side of the engine. 

Fucking truck.

Fucking--monsters, and the military and Steve Harrington holding a bloody bat with nails in it casually, like guarding Eddie’s back while he stole a cop car was just a casual Tuesday to him. 

It probably was, considering all Eddie had heard. 

"Does it help any if I tell you this is actually one of our better plans, and not just because we usually don't get to spend a lot of time on them?" Steve said it like a peace offering, instead of the absolute insanity it sounded like. 

Eddie sighed. "No Steve, it doesn't." 

"I didn't think it would.” Steve replied and from the corner of his eye, Eddie watched him rub his nose. “It is a little funny though." 

He looked like he was trying to hold back a smile, like he somehow actually found them having spent a solid two hours coming up with a plan to be hilarious, and if it didn’t make his entire being glow brighter than the dumb yellow sweater he was wearing, Eddie would have cursed him out. 

"God I hate how cute you are." Eddie muttered instead, sticking his head back in the engine. If he could just connect this one wire-!

Then his brain caught up with his mouth. 

‘Oh my god I can’t believe I just said that out loud. 

"What?" Steve asked, confused, and oh, thank god. 

“I said I hated how cut up the wires are. Hand me some of that black tape would you?” Eddie said, sticking his hand up, thanking every deity he could think of that his mouth hadn’t managed to out him. 

He’d gotten too far in this backwards, hick town to get murdered now. 

Muttered angrily to himself under his breath as he continued to do his best to get Hopper’s old clunker up and running. 

He wasn’t sure how this guy had the thing going for as long as he did, but as far as Eddie could tell? 

The truck ran on magic and well-wishes, both of which they were fresh out of. 

“Come on, come on…” Eddie coaxed, as he finally managed to successfully splice and tape the two wires he’d been fiddling with together. 

It wasn’t a solid fix, but it should be enough to get them out of here. 

"Dude it's okay. If you're like--freaked out." Steve said abruptly, and where the hell had that come from!? 

Eddie slammed his wrench down on the edge of the truck, standing up from the bent over crouch he’d been in so he could face Harrington. 

"Steve,” He deadpanned, “I think anyone who isn’t freaked out by all this has something wrong with them."

He got a defensive look in return. "I'm just saying! It's normal! You don't have to brave face it or anything, we've all collectively had a lot of breakdowns over this."

He just got a stare in return. 

For a brief second he thinks maybe Steve is bringing up last night. That he’s suddenly returned to his King Shit status, rubbing it in Eddie’s face how he’d had not just one breakdown when the demodogs attacked but another one later, when all the adrenaline had left him with nothing but mounting anxiety and panic. 

Except when Steve turns to look at him his face isn’t mocking at all, and--oh. 

Oh.

Steve, Eddie realized with abrupt clarity, was giving Eddie the speech he wishes someone had given him. 

This wasn't another weird language game or that fake-nice thing people did where they act friendly to get an up front show of Eddie’s weirdness, just to  make fun of him later for it.

This is honestly. Plain and simple. 

Eddie doesn’t know what to do with it. 

“Thanks.” He manages, voice now quiet. “That’s…thanks.” 

Steve looks away again, rubbing the back of his neck and god, where was this Steve Harrington in high school? Yeah Eddie had seen glimpses of him in his senior year but what about all the years prior? 

The guy before him in jeans and a yellow sweater gave off sad single mother vibes so hard Eddie felt an urge to hug him until all the bullshit went away. 

Except the bullshit wasn’t just the seven annoying freshmen, but also crazy monsters and shit. 

“She uh, she should run now.” Eddie said awkwardly, tapping the car as he turned to remove the few tools he and Steve had managed to scrounge up. “I won’t turn her on until we’re ready to go though, because we’re boned if we turn her off.” 

Steve snorted at that, mouthing “boned” at him and Eddie gave a feral grin in response. Stepped into his space, because how could he not, and clapped Steve on a sweater-clad shoulder. 

“Get the kiddos, Stevie. We’ve got an eagle to fly us out of Mordor.” 

[clovermunson]

movie night — e. munson

summary: you spend halloween night with your best friend, eddie, and it ends in more than what either of you anticipated

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just mentions of horror movies, eddie being a dork, mentions of food and eating, best friends to lovers goodness. all around fluff. there’s no read more cut bc tumblr kept trying to fuck up the entire fic when i added one.

word count: 1.679k

author’s note: ‘tis the season to be spooky, my little internet cryptids. so naturally, i had to write this eddie fic at the absolute last minute. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @ardent-musings

Halloween was Eddie’s favorite holiday. An all-you-can-eat buffet of candy, horror movie marathons, and scaring the living shit out of some punk kids that deserved it seemed to be one of the few things that brought him a genuine sense of joy.

However, nothing had compared to being out all night with his best friend, which was you. He’d been best friends with you since second grade, and was totally sure he’d had feelings for you at least since freshman year of high school.

“Eds, c’mon.” You huffed, “don’t you think you’ve gotten enough candy?”

Eddie looked down at the pillowcase in his hand that he’d snatched from one of the middle-school kids he’d scared shitless earlier for bullying an elementary schooler.

“It’s only half-full.” He shrugged, “think that’s enough for both of us?”

“Depends, how much of the good stuff is in there?” You asked, giggling.

“There’s plenty of chocolate, suckers, and sour candy if that’s what you’re asking.” Eddie chuckled, digging out a small bag of sour gummy worms and offering them to you.

You took the gummy worms from him, smiling as you opened the packet and began eating them. “Y’know, you promised me we’d watch Halloween tonight.”

“Did I?” Eddie feigned confusion, acting as if he were trying to recall when exactly he’d made such a promise.

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “remember the other day at lunch?”

“Ah.” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I did promise you that.” He smiled at his own mock-realization.

“Very funny, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from laughing, “stop acting like you forgot.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” Eddie let the nickname slip, he’d only used it for you a few times, but every time it did, it never failed to make your cheeks turn hot and your brain go fuzzy like television static. And you knew that he’d only called two things ‘sweetheart’— you and his beloved guitar.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Eddie.” You tried to be stern with him, “you, me, your place, and Halloween on VHS. Got it?” You grabbed his hand, dragging him to his van that had been parked on the curb.

“Ooh, assertive.” Eddie smirked, chuckling lowly, “I like it.” He gave a flirtatious wink.

“Gross.” You fake-gagged, shaking your head. You tried opening the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Eddie hummed to himself, seemingly off in his own little world as you struggled with the door, clearly having not realized it was locked in your haste to get back to his trailer.

“Eds, unlock the door.” You stated flatly, crossing your arms.

“What was that?” Eddie looked down at you, head tilted.

“Eddie, c’mon.” You huffed, “unlock the damn door.”

“Ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Eddie smirked, licking his bottom lip.

“Edward Munson.” You used his full name, “unlock the goddamn door.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was sickly sweet, sending shivers down your spine— though you’d blame it on the cool October air before you admitted it was Eddie’s doing.

Finally, you’d cracked. And you were ashamed at how little it took.

“Eddie, please unlock the goddamn door.” You pleaded, “it’s freezing out here.” You lied, you’d been wearing Eddie’s jacket over your clothes, so you were rather warm.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Eddie smiled, fishing his keys out from his pocket, unlocking the driver’s door before leading you over to the passenger side door, unlocking it for you. “M’lady.” He offered his hand to help you in.

You took his hand, stepping up and into the van, plopping down on the cloth seat. Eddie’s van had smelled like him, a distinct mixture of cologne and cigarettes that was unmistakable.

Eddie closed the door behind you, careful not to smash your hand or foot before he opened the driver’s side door. He slid into the seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“Princess always has to get what she wants, hm?” Eddie hummed teasingly.

“It’s not my fault I have a best friend that spoils me and practically waits on me hand and foot.” You smiled, and Eddie knew well enough that you weren’t wrong. He did spoil you, and he took pleasure in that. He wasn’t the richest guy in Hawkins, or even close to it, but he wanted you to feel special.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Eddie looked over to you, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

“Oh, nothing.” You smiled, “it’s quite nice, actually.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he pulled out from his parking spot, driving through one of the more rich neighborhoods of Hawkins.

Eddie’s trailer was about a ten minute drive from where you were, and most of the ride was spent flipping through his cassette collection, with you jokingly judging his music taste.

“Alright, you can stop now.” Eddie laughed as he parked in front of his trailer, “we’re here.”

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get flustered over your music collection.” You teased him, noticing how he’d blush a little each time you complimented his taste and how he’d cutely puff out his cheeks whenever you’d criticize something.

“You wanna watch the movie or not?” Eddie smirked, switching off the ignition, “I can still turn around and go collect more candy.”

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing at his arm, “I mean…yeah, I do.” You smiled sheepishly, realizing that your little outburst wasn’t entirely necessary.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie smiled at you. It was a small victory, but he’d take it.

Eddie led you up the concrete steps to the door of his home, opening it for you. You stepped inside, instantly met by Wayne’s rather excessive collection of trucker hats and coffee mugs that were along the wall.

The VHS had already been placed on the coffee table, and Eddie was in the kitchen, making a bag of microwave popcorn. You grabbed the tape from its box, popping it into the VCR player and switching on the tv.

“Just a couple more minutes on the popcorn!” Eddie called from the kitchen, “don’t break into the candy stash yet, you little sugar fiend.”

You giggled at him calling you a sugar fiend. He really knew you all too well, in fact, better than anyone else. For you to deny that you had any feelings for him other than friendship would be a flat-out lie. But you never quite had the nerve to act on it.

“And the popcorn’s done.” Eddie held up the bag, carefully opening it as a few of the kernels still popped, despite being removed from the microwave.

“Movie’s in, and the candy stash is still intact.” You smiled, handing him the remote control as you took the popcorn, “anything else?”

“Uuhhh,” Eddie thought over everything, “just one more thing.”

You gave him a puzzled look, but you knew by the playful grin on his face that it was too late to try and fight against anything.

“Eddie, don't you dare!” You giggled just as he’d tackled you down to the couch, pulling you into his side. He’d nearly made you spill the popcorn, but thankfully his nimble hand was quick enough to stop it from tilting over your head.

“That.” Eddie chuckled, his arm rested over your shoulders as you both readjusted. Eddie sat up against the back of the couch while you nuzzled into his side.

Platonic cuddling had become a habit, yet both of you had your suspicions, albeit unknown to each other, about it not being as platonic anymore.

Of course you’d seen Halloween many times since its release, but Michael Myers had never failed to make you jump every time he randomly appeared. This time was no exception, and you’d jumped just enough for Eddie to notice.

“Aren’t you scared by that at all?” You looked up at him with a strawberry lollipop in your hand, and his eyes had been focused on the screen until he noticed you looking up at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes of yours.

“Absolutely terrified.” He barely nodded, his breath hitching. Michael Myers didn’t scare him at all, but the thought of acting on his feelings for you terrified him beyond belief.

You turned back to the screen, settling against Eddie’s body. He gently kissed the top of your head, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Maybe, just maybe, he had the nerve to finally act on his feelings. Now was as good a time as any, and he didn’t want to be the idiot that waited too long.

“I like you.” He blurted, immediately regretting his admission as you slowly turned to him, sitting up as you did so.

“I’m sorry…what?” You asked, blinking as you set your lollipop down on its wrapper.

“I…I said I like you.” Eddie sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. “Not like, as just a friend but like…y’know…” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie, your best friend of easily thirteen years, had told you that he had feelings for you, and you’d convinced yourself that he didn’t see you as more than a friend, despite your own feelings for him.

“Eddie…” you whispered, unable to say anything else. Your brain had turned to mush, and it seemed like every function of your brain had given out in that moment.

“You don’t have to say anything, or even say it back I—” Eddie stammered over his own words, only to be interrupted by you.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.” You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that had found its way onto your lips.

“What?” Eddie asked, taken aback by your sudden proclamation.

“Kiss me.” You smiled, deciding to tease him, “before I change my mind.”

Eddie didn’t need it to be repeated again as his hand cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away from each other, Eddie had a rather cheeky smirk, which went perfectly with the shy, flustered blush that was on your cheeks.

“Tastes just like strawberries.”

[laundrybiscuits]

(Hanahaki AU tag)

They pull out of the parking lot in a kind of nearly-comfortable silence, the radio crackling with some Heart song. It’s not Eddie’s favorite, but it’s a hell of a lot better than Madonna or the Bee Gees, so he finds himself humming along. He drums on the steering wheel a little, letting the I-43 take up all of his conscious mind for a spell. 

The road curves, and they’re out of the suburban sprawl, nothing but scrubby green trees and long gray warehouses on either side; it’s a straight shot all the way to the hazy hills on the horizon. Eddie takes a deep breath, and it’s like his lungs are expanding all the way up to the sky, like he can breathe in the slick blue heavens and the road dust being kicked up in their wake all at once, like the whole sun-baked world is flowing through him.

It’s a beautiful day, he thinks, and then scoffs at himself, at how mundane a thought it is. This could be—this is the last summer he’s ever gonna see. Every day had better be fucking beautiful. He’ll wring the beauty out of the world with his last breath.

———

They get far enough out, eventually, that the wildlife starts to look a little different. Eddie’s gotten a lot better at identifying Indiana wildflowers over the last few weeks, but he’s seeing more and more stuff he doesn’t recognize. He always sees black-eyed susans before too long, though. Seems like they grow wild pretty much everywhere he looks, like they’re following him around or something. He doesn’t stop to pick any more, even though the ones in the van—the ones not coated in spit and bile—are starting to get a little funky. It was such a dumb idea to have them around, like that would help at all.

They stop for the night in Salt Lake at a motel for once, because they really can’t go too much longer without showering, and Eddie chucks out whatever plant matter he can find in the van. Maybe he’s ruining the local ecosystem or something, but he doesn’t care.

Steve helps. He’s obviously a little bemused by this development, but he doesn't ask any questions, just fishes rotting stems out of the footwells before they head over to reception. 

The woman behind the desk is probably thirty or so, with a dirty blonde ponytail and an ankle-length skirt; she looks deeply unimpressed with two grubby young men showing up in a beater van around sunset. Too late, Eddie thinks he probably should've sent Steve in alone to work whatever vestiges of charm have survived through the funk of having slept in a van for the last few nights. Even in a pretty innocuous t-shirt, faded enough that the ACCEPT logo and tour dates are barely legible, disreputability wafts off Eddie. The long hair, the visible tattoos, and something indefinably Munson is more than enough to make the clerk's face twist like a skunk just wandered in through the door. 

"Hi," says Steve, bright and oblivious, somehow coming across as clean-cut country club despite the stubble growing in. Definitely should've sent him in solo. "Can we get a room? Two queens, if you've got 'em."

The clerk looks them up and down, taking her time about it. "You boys know where you are?"

"...Salt Lake City?" Steve looks adorably confused. "We're just passing through, ma'am."

"Might be worth passing a little faster. We don't have any vacancies right now."

Steve very obviously leans back to glance at the lit VACANCY sign outside and the utter dearth of other vehicles in the lot. "What, seriously?"

"Sign's broken," she says, cool as ice.

Eddie rubs at the bridge of his nose and pushes in, leaning his elbows on the counter. "Listen, lady, we're just. Two pals on a little roadtrip through these great United States, trying to see some nature and shit, okay? We just want a couple beds for the night, that’s all. Not looking for any trouble.”

He sees the instant the penny drops for Steve, because Steve’s face goes all flushed and scandalized and kinda mad. Eddie kicks his ankle, hard, so Steve doesn’t get all bitchy about it. 

The clerk can’t be more than ten or fifteen years older than them, but she sniffs like she’s some kind of embittered dowager empress. 

“Maybe I can find something,” she says. “But I hear even one single complaint, you two are out. No refunds.” 

"Copy that, yep, won't be anything to hear." Eddie counts out the cash quick before she changes her mind, and steers Steve back out by the shoulder, nice and neutral. 

"What the hell was that?" Steve bursts out as soon as they clear the door. "What was—"

Eddie drops his hand from Steve's shoulder and squints at the chipped number on the keychain. "You see a Room 5 around here anywhere?" 

"Eddie."

"Steve."

"I'm serious."

"So'm I. Gotta pull the van around once we find it."

Steve subsides grumpily, folding his arms and peering around in the growing dusk for the door numbers. The lingering glow of the blood-orange horizon picks out the contours of his face in a hundred warm caresses, brushing copper along his cheekbones and igniting molten honey in the depths of his eyes.

Eddie will say this for Utah: it sure does have some pretty sunsets.